She removed her bra and wore back the shirt. Today she was looking really sexy in a wet shirt tied in front and clinging to her body (sometimes girls ...ook sexy with clothes on). Her skirt was hiked up and I said “I wanna fuck you here” She said “ready for you dear” and I climbed on her and straight away pushed in and started stroking.We wanted some more variety and got up and went to the rocks. It was merely drizzling now. Her shirt was open now and we moved to a spot which was muddy and with a. Magar aap kuch batati hi nahi ki kya seva karu? Kaise kaise aapko karu. Aapko kya kya pasand hai?”Aise double meaning main bol diya. To woh bhi boli, “Abhi tune dekh hi liya hai kitne bade bade hai mere. To inko achese malish aur daba dabake karne ka time nahi milta mere pati ko. Aur main to dabavane ko tarasati rahti hu.” Aur aankh marte woh mera hath pakadkar andar le gayi.Woh boli, “Chal andar kitchen mein baith kar baate karte hai. Wahan main bartan dhote huye baate karti hu.” Aur unke. He opened up as my finger rubbed him. I felt his finger entering me and then another. "Finger my cunt" he moaned into my ear. I felt another finger enter me and I slid two fingers into him. He opened some more and I slipped in another. A bottle of poppers appeared and we each took some hits we also expanded each others holes fitting in a fourth finger in each other. I was lost in cunt pleasure when he asked for the rest of my hand in his cunt. I obliged and slowly he opened me and slid his hand. That summed up Claire pretty well, actually, reflected Laurel—womanly. Laurel was sometimes jealous of Claire’s brazen sexuality, her ability to attract men and women and love them all passionately, ardently—until someone else came along. In that respect, Laurel thought, Claire was as bad as Johnny. And maybe that was why, when you got down to it, that Claire and Johnny got along so well. They were partners in crime. Together, they seduced anyone who wandered into their path, and there always.